Regina Vesania - Queen of Madness (18 +)

My giggles echo through the long corridors of the palace. My voice is sharp and clear, I love to hear it. I can't stop laughing and I can hardly breathe. In the six large, ornate standing mirrors set around the room, my gold dress flashes up and down as it floats after me. It ripples and swishes and its sound merges with my laughter. My raven black hair smacks my face as I spin in the middle of the room. I dance because I love to dance. I imagine I am a whirlwind. Spinning wildly, a gold and black tornado. The room is spinning with me. The light from the candles merges with the frescoed, gaudy ceiling, which spins with me. I spread my arms and I almost feel like I'm flying. Another hysterically happy laugh erupts from somewhere deep inside me. Then I lose my balance and collapse to the floor. In a sea of my clothes I sit in the middle of the room, still laughing. All around me, six queens, six Mirandas stare at me, their big crystal blue eyes, their dishevelled black hair falling like a curtain, their golden dresses glimmer around me. For a moment I think they are laughing at me but then I realize that I am laughing at them. I mean, we laugh together. Though I can't tell what's so funny anymore... "My queen, it's time for dinner..." Says a somewhat timid voice. I suddenly stop laughing and just smile at my pale face. "It's about time already..." I mutter absently, then giggle nervously, although I have no idea why. I feel Malcolm's gaze on me.

I felt it all the time.

The young man is a recent addition to the palace guardians and unfortunately for him, he's often asked to keep an eye on me. Yes, everyone here is watching me. All eyes are on me. Miranda Regina, Queen of Vesalia. They stare at me, they can't get enough of my beauty. Especially the men. Their greedy, lustful eyes are on me as if they've been bewitched. Oh, how pathetic! Malcolm's no exception, he's been pining for me since we first met, poor boy. Is that what was so funny? Perhaps... I look up at the mirror and in the distance, in the background, I see the figure of the young man, dutifully guarding the entrance with a soldierly bearing. Young, tall and very handsome. His face is smooth and handsome like a Greek statue's face. You can see he hasn't had much experience. Not a single scar mar his tanned face, unlike many older men who have seen battle. His big brown eyes reflect innocence, his dark hair always unkemptly curled. He's a charming little boy, and looks very well in the gold and navy blue velvet uniform of the palace. I smile at him in the mirror and he smiles back shyly, though that's not exactly permissible for a subaltern. I could jump up and slap him in the face for insolence... That would be fun... He couldn't hit back, because he can't lay a hand on his queen. And I bet Malcolm would never hit a woman... Oh, what a gentle, charming little soldier! I'm sure he's a virgin. Yes, I can see in his eyes that he longs for a woman's body but he doesn't know it yet.

Secretly, he wants the same like all the men in the palace. He dreams of being my lover. That one night I'll have him in my suite and he can live out his desires on me. Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad... I once saw him half-naked in the courtyard training with some other boys. He has a lithe, strong, young body. I could teach him how to satisfy me in bed. I wonder how he kisses...

"Queen Miranda, the table is set, only dinner is waiting for you..." Malcolm's voice again, snatching me from my thoughts.

At the second warning, I stand up. My dress rustles as I straighten up and then playfully wave goodbye to the Miranda mirror image who returns the greeting in sync. Always so funny!

Turning away from the mirrors, I head for the door. Malcolm, standing there, is waiting for me to join him in the large dining room. His job is to close the door behind me when I leave the mirrored room, then follow me as my own shadow. But as I get close to the boy, Malcolm's eyes meet mine again. His eyes are dark, almost black, but they radiate warmth. It's like the look of an innocent forest animal. He immediately catches my eye and takes his eyes off me, pulls himself out again and waits for me to leave. But I don't move. I stop in front of Malcolm and look him straight in the face. His features are clear in the candlelight, I know he's surprised by my closeness, but he's in control and doesn't show it. But I can feel his embarrassment. It brings a faint smile to my face.

Without any hesitation, I reach out and touch his face. My finger gently glides along his temple and then along his strong yet boyishly soft jawline. His skin is soft and warm like sunshine. My touch is unexpected for Malcolm. Apparently no one has taught him what to do when the Queen touches him. The thought makes me want to laugh again, but I suppress it. "My pretty soldier..." I whisper with a smile as one finger caresses the boy's lips. "Your name is Malcolm, right?"  "I.. Yes, my Queen..." The boy replies softly. His confusion is clear. But my closeness has brought out other feelings in him. His body vibrates with desire. At once repulsive and attractive, this raw, instinctive desire. I feel it so intensely, as if our bodies were already rubed naked together. Poor boy... I smile as I step away from Malcolm and hear him sigh behind me. Wordlessly, I climb the few steps to the large, heavy door of the room, then pause and wait for my apron to hurry in front of me to open the door for me. I feel the boy step up beside me. And then suddenly I face him again. My quick approach catches him off guard, so I can force him back against the stone wall. I grip his thick hair firmly on the back of his head and pull him down to me. My mouth is on his mouth like I'm some kind of leech. His body is a little reluctant, trying to get free as common sense dictates. As I dig my nails into his velvet tunic, I feel his thundering heartbeat, the heat radiating from him.

Just as I thought, his kiss is innocent, he doesn't dare to take possession of my mouth, he just lets me take his first kiss in sweet dismay. I caress him more, enjoying that he has nowhere to run, that I have him cornered. He's still afraid to kiss me back properly. Once more he tries to push away, to break free of the kiss but I just grip the back of his neck harder and don't let go. I push my tongue violently into his mouth to meet his tongue. It's having its effect. Malcolm is on my lips, finally kissing me like a man. My lips are on fire, and so are his. He's on fire and I know he wants to take me right here, completely oblivious to the fact that I'm his queen. He's ready to tower over me and turn our position, tilt me against the wall, roll up my skirt and thrust into me like a real stallion. The thought strikes me like lightning. Suddenly my head clears. The boy's fierce kiss is like a firestorm inside me. I let his tongue enter my mouth, let him savour the sensation. Then, with a rough tug, I grip his hair and pull his head back. Forced to pull away from my mouth for a moment, his face reflects pain and utter confusion. He stares at me panting, completely lost and not knowing what is happening to him. I love the chaos in his face, in his eyes, in his body, the chaos I've caused.

"You are reckless and insolent," I hiss, pulling his head back so his lips are inches from mine. The taste is still on my tongue.

"Forgive me... I... I don't know what got into me..." He gasps for breath. His eyes keep finding my lips, he can't tear them away from me.

"I'll have you whipped for this, my boy..."  I say with a cruel coldness. Malcolm's face twitches with alarm, but he does not protest. He accepts that he is the guilty one. The Queen cannot be guilty. Suddenly he becomes a helpless little boy again. I like that, but it makes me angry too. I grab hir hair again and kiss him fiercely. I cling to him with wild fervor until he doesn't fight it, but moans into my mouth. I'm lost in the mad moment, caring nothing but the wild lust that flows from him. I bite his bottom lip, feel my teeth graze the thin skin, then taste the blood. It sobers me. I pull away from the boy, his face almost touching mine. His lips are bloody and red. I run the tip of my tongue over his full bottom lip and he sighs in pain. Our eyes meet as my free hand strokes slowly but firmly along his torso until it comes to rest on the front of h pants. What I find there is unmistakable. His hard manhood rests in the palm of my hand as I touch him carefully through the material. A wicked smile plays across my face as I feel the muscles in his body tense.

" I don't need your services right now, Malcolm," I whisper in his ear.

"But I order you to find a quet place and jerk your cock off."I continue with joy. "You've done it before, right?"

" Yes... My queen..."

"Great..." I kiss the boy on the cheek.

" Then do what you must... And I, let you think of me while you do it..." I smile at Malcolm.

"But the next time we meet, this never happened... Understand?" " Yes..." "Perfect. I'm going now. I'm starving!"